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'Do you ever read erotic fiction? Or, specifically, have you ever read fanfiction of us two?' xoxo from jen with love
nosey sexy sunday interview | accepting
“Honestly? I don’t read erotic fiction but… Wait? Fanfiction? What do you mean?“
@jenniferwallters
@bloomsmuses
Sorry, this is kind of dumb lmao. But here goes!
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“I want a dog.”
Billy, who was then laying next to Steve on his ridiculously large bed, slowly turned to look at him. With a frown.
“Huh?”
“I want a dog, Billy,” Steve repeated, eyes up in the ceiling. “A big dog. Like Scooby. Or Lassie.”
Billy blinked stupidly. His dark eyebrows then furrowed deep in though.
“Oookay... Why the hell do you want a dog?”
“Because, I saw this one cute movie on TV. And then I just realized that, hey, dogs really are a man’s best friend. I mean, they’re smart, loyal and protective. You can train them and teach them tricks. And they follow you everywhere. How freaking cute is that?”
Billy snorted, shaking his head lightly at his boyfriend’s naïve innocence. Draping one muscled arm below his head as his bright blue eyes met the white painted ceiling too. “Dogs stink.”
“No they don’t.” Steve looked at Billy with a slight pout.
“No, they literally stink. When they’re wet. And they drool on your shoes and beg for food when you try to eat. And they bark a lot, too. That’s not cute, that’s gross.”
“But you can still train them!” Steve argued, his voice raising a pitch higher as he properly turned to look at Billy. Laying on his side, resting on his elbow.
“I mean, you can literally train them not to do that. I saw that on TV, too. And like I said, you can teach them all kinds of cool tricks. Like, to bring you the newspaper and your morning slippers and-”
“So you want a slave then, Harrington? That’s kinda fucked up if you ask me.”
“What? No, Billy, I-”
“I’d much rather have a cat.” Billy cut in.
Steve stopped and frowned too. Raising one curious dark eyebrow as he gaped at his boyfriend almost in disbelief.
“A cat? You want a cat, Billy?”
He’d never perceived Billy as a cat lover. In fact, Steve had never seen Billy show any kind of fondness towards animals. Or even other humans, besides him and Max, of course. Billy just never had struck him as a cat person.
“Yes, I want a cat, Steve. Cats are cool. Dogs just drool.”
Steve rolled his eyes, huffing out in frustration.
“Dogs don’t- ugh, you know what? Cats scratch too, you know? Their claws are sharp and it really fucking hurts. And you want a pet like that, huh?
“Yes. Meanwhile dogs can bite and rip your whole arm off. What’s your point, Harrington?”
Steve grimaced at the sudden mental image forming in his head, then nervously scratched at the back of his head. “I just.. I mean... cats don’t really listen to you, you know? They’re just, really, kind of mean and they do what they want. And I guess you could try, but you can’t really train them to listen to you. One day that cat might run away and it might not come back. You know that, right?”
Billy then turned on his side as well, with a deep sigh as he stared into his boyfriend’s big, pretty hazel eyes. Finding it hard to believe that he was actually going through this conversation with his 20-year-old boyfriend.
“Because. Cats are free, Steve. They do what they want, when they want and wherever they want. I want to be like that, but I can’t. So instead, I want a pet that’s independent, Steve. A pet that can think for itself. A pet that I cannot entirely control, and I’m cool with that.”
Steve bit his lip lower, deep in thought. Still frowning, still not quite getting it. Or he was getting it alright; he just still needed to get his point across. He needed to win this argument somehow.
“B-but... cats aren’t loyal. They don’t actually care about you, Billy, not like dogs. You want your pet to care about you, right?”
“Cats don’t actually care what you think, Harrington.”
Steve replied with a simple roll of his eyes, and Billy closed his instead. Resting his forearm over his face this time, ensued with one minute of awkward silence between them. Until Billy opened his mouth again. “We should definitely get a cat, Steve.”
Steve raised an eyebrow, his eyes big and wide. “What about my dog, then?” His tone a little bit defensive now, almost borderline childish.
"Sure, babe,” Billy replied sarcastically. “I’ll get my cat, you’ll get your Lassie. You can teach him to fetch a newspaper so I can grab it from him and spank your ass with it.”
“You’re so mean.”
“I love you too, Stevie. Good night.”
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@bloomsmuses asked: ' lobo, my lovely man-beast, when in hell was the last time you washed your hair? i think i saw something... crawling in there. ' from @ladydemcn ♥
“Huh? Oh I dunno, maybe the Main Man’d be more inclined ta bathe if you hopped in there wit’ me!” And queue that smug grin of his.
@bloomsmuses asked: ❝ maybe being a monster was my calling. ❞ from griff 🐮 for hecate
“Sweet child, no. You are beautiful.“
Hecate reached up to his cheek, placing a gentle hand against his face. Her heart ached for the boy, so abused and tortured by his unnatural existence. With a smile she took his hand and began to walk, leading him deeper into the garden. “Come, be at peace. Rest your blade for the barest moment, and know joy.”
SHAW AND KING SHARK.
Name: Kaimana King
Gender: Cis Female
General Appearance: Her default form is that of a humanoid Great White, albeit much lankier than Nanaue’s is, almost unhealthy looking. As a human, she appears as a woman of Anglo-Hawaiian heritage with long black hair and an overall rather. . .unkempt look. She seems to less dress herself and more just throw on any article of clothing available, sometimes incorrectly so. Her most graceful and attractive form is undoubtedly her shark state; while she looks strange and awkward as a human or hybrid, her fully animal form of a sleek juvenile Great White is perfect.
Personality: Kaimana starts off an extremely curious, naive creature when she first comes to the surface world. She was born underwater in her hybrid form, and spent most of her life in the ocean in her shark state by her father’s side. While she had human intelligence and emotions, her life was much like that of a real shark, albeit with much more awareness and curiosity, with a penchant for exploring all corners of the ocean she could get her nose in, much to her father’s chagrin (he’s right to be cautious; there’s dangers in the sea even for a shark)The only time she assumed her human form was when King Shark brought her to see Shaw, and even then, she was never allowed to come out of the water----nor he into it. Nananue had seen more of the depravity of man through Shaw than even he wanted to, and he didn’t wish it touching his daughter the way spilled oil tainted the sea. But he also knew from her curious nature that if he kept her from her other father, her other heritage completely, she would seek it out on her own. So this was his way of mitigating it, supervising it. Alas, as she became a teenager, Kaimana still wanted to explore further, to go on the surface world herself, and she did. She thought it would be easy to find her surface father; after all, the land was so much smaller than the sea. This ended up not being the case. She got lost, wandered around the streets, wound up in a mental hospital for a bit, and eventually got back in the water, but was unable to find Nanaue again. So now she was on her own in the sea too. She grew into a much more independent, strongminded predator for it though, and the next time she came on the surface, she was not so naive; instead of trying to find Shaw herself, she waited for the next visit, and then hashed it out with both her fathers what it was she was going to do. It was a hard battle on both ends---Nanaue didn’t want to let her go, and Shaw didn’t want to take her---but Kaimana had the resilience her species ---and both fathers---were known for. She attached herself to Shaw like a remora and observed, rather than explored, and absorbed what she saw. She developed a far sharper-minded, savvier personality as a result, and her appearance changed as well----she became sharper, better-groomed, better-dress, more sophisticated looking. . ..and somehow scarier too. And she’s learning how sharks like Shaw hunt. Kaimana was born a sea shark. She is swiftly learning to become a land shark.
Special Talents: As mentioned, she can shift between human, shark, and hybrid states. Basically she’s a wereshark. What’s more, she’s a walking (well, swimming) water cleanser; not only is she resistant to water pollutants, any water than passes through her gills comes out purified, so she’s basically cleaning the ocean wherever she goes.
Who they like better: She loves Nananue more. She finds Shaw more fun.
Who they take after more: She’s starting to take a LOT more after Shaw as she gets older and watches him, unfortunately.
Personal Head canon: Kaimana is the name that Nanaue gave her at birth, a Hawaiian name meaning “ocean power” and it’s the only one she grew up with. As an adult, she wanted a surname for documentation to move easier through the human world, and “King” seemed fitting, as it’s in the codename of both her parents---King Shark and the Black King. Plus, it’s alliterative, which makes it roll off the tongue better than “Kaimana Shaw” would.
Face Claim: N/A
griff, coming over to just huddle up against vali's back, both hands on his chest and squishing the dokalffar against himself. then he turns Vali on his seat, takes both of his hands, and puts them on his own pecs. ah yes. the milkers.
vali rn:
' you're mine. ' from 👑🦈
Send “You’re Mine” for my muse’s reaction to yours being possessive of them.
@bigsharkdaddy
It was a cute game, she thought-- the way that she was in this triangle with Daken and Nanaue. She knew it was a bit of play when King had decided to pick her up from in front of Daken, oh so effortlessly, with one of his massive hands. She knew it was a bit of play when he growled the words through rows upon rows of sharp, predatory teeth on display. She knew it was a bit of play as his eyes peered at her coldly from down his snout.
“I’m yours.” The words are soft and sweet-- especially as one of her hands rise to caress his massive snout. Her fingers trace gently along his scales-- going with the grain of them to avoid cutting herself as she tilts her head to give him soft little kisses at the tip of his snout. “I’m yours and I’m Daken’s-- I belong to you both.” -- and truthfully? She wouldn’t have it any other way.
His blond hair has grown long, a little past his shoulders but it still curls wonderfully. Has lost nothing of the edge that has been branded into him like an ugly mark onto his soul, tainting the beauty he could have been, but instead Warren has chosen to embrace who he's grown to become. A mockery of what he was supposed to become, but it suits him. The eternal rebel. Golden ring in his ear to match the two through his nipples and the bands around his fingers. He looks glorious. A shining one. Has most easily earned the nickname 'angel' by courtesy of the way he looks and by the time people realize all that comes out of his mouth is profanity at its finest, it's too late. The name already sticks. He and Kurt are... odd. Opposites. Two extremes of a scale they have invented. Oh, how often they bicker, their natures like fire and water -- but as much as they are a mismatch, they often find one another to enjoy each other's company.
And the dream is one of those moments. Kurt's near-beastly form is leaned back in relaxation against a tree, eyes closed and his jaw slack, and between his downy thighs is that blond mop of hair, Kurt's clawed fingers tangled into it. It is languid, no rush or even shame about the eyes that watch the interaction. It's nothing new and it's barely private. Warren's sky blue eyes hide under thick, blond lashes until he looks up, meeting Kurt's yellow gaze, and a soft choking sounds breaks the peaceful quiet as the hand on the back of Warren's head nestles him closer, the texture of him in Warren's mouth unique and most definitely more comfortable for Kurt than for his angelic friend, but neither lets up. The tension eases and Warren moves off of Kurt for a moment, his own saliva streaking his cheek when he dips his head lower to indulge the rest of his demonic friend as well, tongue serving warm, wet pleasure. 'Open your mouth,' Kurt says, voice low and rumbling, and the corner of his mouth quirking up when the angel follows instruction like he is not the rule-breaker he likes to present himself as. He can be so good when he wants to be. His thick fingers settle around his shaft, stroking slowly, feeling the soft, swollen barbs that rub against his palm. His hand stills eventually, pointer finger under Warren's chin to keep him in place -- and the gush of white passing between them is sweet release, immediately burning the inside of the angel's mouth as it will do all the way down when he swallows it, but Warren doesn't resist any of it. When Kurt is done, the finger tips Warren's mouth closed and caresses his throat to feel the adam's apple bobbing, working the seed down where it will fester in Warren's stomach, sicken him for a few days until his system fights it off -- it's a transaction, they have made it into something resembling absolution in this new place they inhabit. Warren will suffer, be it closer to discomfort than true punishment, but it works for what they share. Then the blond shudders the four immaculately white wings on his back and gets up, a nod to finalize what just happened here, and then he disappears into the blue sky overhead.
When Kurt’s eyes open he isn’t sure for how long they’re open before he managed to realize the blue sky isn’t a dream anymore, but in fact real. Still he didn’t want to move just yet. The lingering memory of the dream was too good to let go of. A lazy smile stretched his lips as his tail patted down himself here and there, and soon enough found the traces of just how good the dream had been.
Wet sticky patches were left in his fur. Those on his fur still easy to see, the lightly tinged blue liquid slowly soaked into the fur, drying over him. Similar wet tracks were slithered through the fur, more so on his thighs than his abdomen, as well as between his thighs of course. His now softening cock were retracting back inside it’s sheath, while the prehensile one laid stretched out over his thigh. He was a sight to behold for sure. One you wouldn’t easily forget.
Much like the dream. Maybe he should seek out Warren. See if the angel darling were particularly busy today. Yes that seemed like an excellent idea.
sex dream || accepting ➜ @wingedwarren
